The Low End Theory

Chorus: Tribe and L.O.N.S.<br><br>Here we go yo, here we go yo<br>So what so what so what`s the scenario<br>Here we go yo, here we go yo<br>So what so what so what`s the scenario<br><br>Verse One: Phife Dawg<br><br>Aiyyo Bo knows this (what?) and Bo knows that (what?)<br>But Bo don`t know jack, cause Bo can`t rap<br>Well whaddya know, the Di-Dawg, is first up to bat<br>No batteries included, and no strings attached<br>No holds barred, no time for move fakin<br>Gots to get the loot so I can bring home the bacon<br>Brothers front, they say the Tribe can`t flow<br>But we`ve been known to do the impossible like Broadway Joe so<br>Sleep if you want NyQuil will help you get your Z`s troop<br>But here`s the real scoop<br>I`m all that and then some, short dark and handsome<br>Bust a nut inside your eye, to show you where I come from<br>I`m vexed, fumin, I`ve had it up to here<br>My days of payin dues are over, acknowledge me as in there (YEAH)<br>Head for the border, go get a taco<br>I`ll be wreckin from the jump street, meaning from the get-go<br>Sit back relax and let yourself go<br>Don`t sweat what you heard, but act like you know<br><br>Verse Two: Charlie Brown<br><br>Yes yes y`all (yes y`all!) <br>who got the vibe it`s the Tribe y`all (Tribe y`all!)<br>real live y`all (live y`all!)<br>Inside outside come around... (who`s that??) Browwwwwwwwn<br>Some may, I say, call me Charlie<br>The word is the herb and I`m deep like Bob Marley<br>Layback on the payback, evolve rotate the gates.. CONTACT!<br>Can I get a hit? (HIT!)<br>Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we`re ready to flip<br>East coast stompin, rippin and rompin<br>New York, North Cak-a-laka, and Compton<br>Checka-checka-check it out!<br>The loops for the troops, more bounce to the ounce<br>And wow how now wow how now Brown cow<br>We`re ill till the skill gets down<br>For the flex, next, it`s the textbook old to the new<br>but the rest are doo-doo<br>From radio, to the video, to Arsenio<br>Tell me! Yo, what`s the scenario<br><br>Verse Three: Dinco D<br><br>(True blue!) Scooby Doo, whoopie doo<br>Scenario`s ready yo, rates more than four<br>Scores for the smores that smother dance floors<br>Now I go for mine, shades of sea-shore<br>Ship-shape plush Grape Apes to play tapes<br>[Papes make drapes?] great for the wakes<br>of an L-AH, an E-ADER, simply just a leader<br>Bass innerspace means peace see ya later<br>Later? (LATER!) Later alligator<br>Pop blows the weasel and the herb`s the inflater<br>So yo the D what the O, incorporated I-N-C into a flow<br>Funk flipped flat back first this foul fight fight fight<br>Laugh yo, how`d that sound? (ohhhhhh!)<br><br>Verse Four: Q-Tip, Busta Rhymes<br><br>It`s the leader Quest mission and we got the goods here (here!)<br>Never on the left cause my right`s my good ear (ear!)<br>I could give a damn about a ill subliminal<br>Stay away from crime cause I ain`t no CRIMINAL<br>I love my young nation, groovy sensation<br>No time for hibernation, only elation<br>Don`t ever try to test, the water little kid<br>Yo Mr. Busta Rhymes, tell him what I did<br><br>I heard you rushed and rushed, AND ATTACKED<br>Then baby puked then you had TO SMACK<br>Causin rambunction, throughout the sphere<br>Raise the levels of the boom, inside the ear<br><br>You know I did it<br>So don`t violate or you get violated<br>The hip-hop sound is well agitated<br>Won`t ever waste no time on the played out ego<br>So here`s Busta Rhymes with the, Scenario<br><br>Verse Five: Busta Rhymes<br><br>Watch, as I combine all the juice from the mind<br>Heel up, wheel up, bring it back, come rewind<br>Powerful impact BOOM! from the cannon<br>Not braggin, try to read my mind just imagine<br>Vo-cab-u-lary`s necessary<br>When diggin into my library